In March of 2015 we came to the Humane Society so our daughter could adopt a dog. In the small dog room, farthest kennel back on the left was a little chihuahua mix (we think part husky as well.) The Humane Society named her "Sandy." She arrived three days before from L.A. and was listed as five or six years old. No information came with her from L.A. She wasn't barking or whining, just full of excitement, wagging her tail and standing up against the gate in hopes we would come her way, and we did.